Just like that, seeing you from afar, definitely. You in another man's arms, me in another woman's arms. Like the water in a fountain, those days of beauty can never come back. Just like that, seeing you from afar, watching you smile like yesterday's feelings are no longer there, indifference masking my face and the pretense of weariness as a gesture of bliss. Just like that, seeing you from afar, and to say nothing, not even a smile, not even a glance, so you may never suspect I can love you this way. No one knows what I have told no one, but a whole night is too short a time to dream about you, the whole day too little time to think about you.